[ There's a sigh here. Heavy and burdened. All that had happened to his nephew-- he hadn't deserved, Luke knew that whole-heartedly. The moment he had made that mistake and had condemned him to his fate, he had seen that he'd given him a sentence that may be too much to bear. It had been too much for his father, certainly, and now--
Well, none of it was good, but this seemed so much worse than anything he could have seen.
Not the act, no. But the way it took his conflict and blown it wide. A chasm where he couldn't comfortably rest on either side and the middle was so gaping wide he'd fall straight through.
There would be no peace in him for a while.
'You're right,' He finally speaks. 'There's nothing you can do.'
How helpful. Unfortunately, it's the truth. There's no pill or power that the Force can offer her to undo this, to restore him to the boy he had been before Snoke had slipped into his mind, before he had killed his father, before he took the title of Supreme Leader, or what had happened just a few nights prior. And that could offer some comfort, but it would only be brief. Fleeting.
Luke knew very well the pain of being unable to do nothing. Of sitting back and watching mistakes others had made play out-- things you had contributed to, knowingly or otherwise.
He'll step forward then, casting a blue light across the hut... wondering how Obi Wan or Yoda felt when giving him advice. Did they know what they were doing more than he did? Even with Master Yoda's considerable age on him, he can't imagine they knew much more. They were all faking it.
He brushes a hand over his nephews head, something he'd done when he was much younger. Mussing his hair, exposing his large ears-- the shouts and giggles of a happy youth were a long distant memory. Right now, all he can feel is pain and uncertainty.
'It's obvious, you know,' Luke rights himself then and looks straight to Rey. 'I knew he had feelings for you the moment I saw you together in this hut.'
And maybe there lay Rey's answer. At least in part.
'I was just too scared to consider that option.'
It was easier to believe Ben Solo had died with his father. That he was lost and his own predictions for his fate had been painfully correct. Instead of the truth of the matter which was even after what he had been through, after time and the light and the dark had tested his nephew-- that he still loved and cared and wanted for the light. Something Luke had failed in offering him. ]
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Well, none of it was good, but this seemed so much worse than anything he could have seen.
Not the act, no. But the way it took his conflict and blown it wide. A chasm where he couldn't comfortably rest on either side and the middle was so gaping wide he'd fall straight through.
There would be no peace in him for a while.
'You're right,' He finally speaks. 'There's nothing you can do.'
How helpful. Unfortunately, it's the truth. There's no pill or power that the Force can offer her to undo this, to restore him to the boy he had been before Snoke had slipped into his mind, before he had killed his father, before he took the title of Supreme Leader, or what had happened just a few nights prior. And that could offer some comfort, but it would only be brief. Fleeting.
Luke knew very well the pain of being unable to do nothing. Of sitting back and watching mistakes others had made play out-- things you had contributed to, knowingly or otherwise.
He'll step forward then, casting a blue light across the hut... wondering how Obi Wan or Yoda felt when giving him advice. Did they know what they were doing more than he did? Even with Master Yoda's considerable age on him, he can't imagine they knew much more. They were all faking it.
He brushes a hand over his nephews head, something he'd done when he was much younger. Mussing his hair, exposing his large ears-- the shouts and giggles of a happy youth were a long distant memory. Right now, all he can feel is pain and uncertainty.
'It's obvious, you know,' Luke rights himself then and looks straight to Rey. 'I knew he had feelings for you the moment I saw you together in this hut.'
And maybe there lay Rey's answer. At least in part.
'I was just too scared to consider that option.'
It was easier to believe Ben Solo had died with his father. That he was lost and his own predictions for his fate had been painfully correct. Instead of the truth of the matter which was even after what he had been through, after time and the light and the dark had tested his nephew-- that he still loved and cared and wanted for the light. Something Luke had failed in offering him. ]